CHAPTER 90: LUCAS DESTROYED THEIR RELATIONSHIP

The security guard held an ultra-bright flashlight in his hand, standing beside the expressionless Lucas.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit under the dim glow of the street lamp, his face was bathed in a warm amber hue, making his expression unreadable.

Beauty shivered, her grip on Dyson’s hand trembling slightly.

She tried to pull away, but his fingers only tightened around hers.

Even from that distance, she could sense the cold smirk on Lucas’s face—enough to send chills down her spine.

"Aren’t you going to introduce me?"

His voice was smooth, laced with something unreadable.

"Now that I’m your boyfriend, and since we’ve been seen, don’t you think it’s time to introduce me to your... guardian?"

Few people referred to Lucas as her "guardian"—most called him her legal custodian.

But to her, the difference was negligible.

So, as if compelled by some unseen force, she and Dyson stepped forward.

Each step was cautious, as if treading on thin ice—like Lucas had planted landmines along the path.

The short distance suddenly felt endless... So long that she grew numb, until a thought struck her: *What would his reaction be if he saw me with a boyfriend—and worse, if I brought him right to his face?*

The security guard switched off the flashlight, leaving only the warm glow of the street lamps around them.

Her hand remained entwined with Dyson’s, their shadows stretching long and distorted under the light.

"Leave us."

Lucas’s command was icy, directed at the security and bodyguards beside him.

The two men hesitated for a brief moment before striding purposefully in the opposite direction.

Now, only three people remain in the quiet space.

Beauty lifted her head with a radiant smile, locking eyes with Dyson for a fleeting second.

"This is my boyfriend, Dyson," she introduced smoothly, turning to Lucas.

"Uncle Lucas, I’d like you to meet him."

"Oh?"

Lucas’s frosty gaze narrowed slightly, his entire demeanor bristling like an agitated feline.

His sharp brows arched as he studied Dyson, who remained unflappable.

At the question, Dyson quirked a faint smile and glanced at Beauty before responding with composed ease.

"Beauty and I are officially together now.

My apologies—we attended a concert tonight, which ran late.

I insisted on bringing her back personally to explain the situation to you."

"Officially together?"

Lucas’s voice dripped with icy skepticism.

"And how, exactly, did that happen?

Like this?"

In one swift, ruthless motion, he yanked Beauty against him.

She stumbled into the unyielding wall of his chest, barely registering the movement before his lips crashed down on hers.

His kiss was demanding, effortlessly parting her lips with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Only when her chin flushed pink from the force of his bite did he finally pull away, his lips curling in smug triumph as he leveled a challenging stare at Dyson—a silent declaration of ownership.

"Lucas, you bastard!"

Just as Beauty was about to kick him, he swiftly seized her, rendering her immobile in an instant.

Her eyes widened in shock as she glared at him.

The sight of Dyson’s flustered, humiliated expression filled Lucas with immense satisfaction.

Tilting his chin slightly, he delivered his words with icy precision: "It takes both courage and endurance to chase after my woman.

Didn’t you know that Beauty now belongs to me?"

"I’m not—you—don’t listen to his nonsense!"

Beauty clenched her fists tightly.

She had only wanted to see how Lucas would react, but she never expected him to shamelessly assert his dominance in public like this.

Though Dyson came from humble beginnings, he was a man of pride and dignity.

Seeing the woman he loved being publicly humiliated by another man was more than he could bear.

He stepped forward and pulled Mary toward him.

"Beauty, come with me!"

Caught off guard by Dyson’s reaction, Beauty froze for a brief moment.

Breaking free from Lucas’s grasp, her expression stiffened.

A cold smirk curled Lucas’s lips as he locked eyes with her.

Then, with a disdainful glance at Dyson, he sneered, "Do you really think she’d give up everything she has now to follow you?

If I’m not mistaken, you’re just an ambitious nobody with empty dreams.

Nice try, scheming to climb the social ladder—but you’ve picked the wrong target.

She’s nothing more than a stray I took in.

The real Marson heiress is Laura.

Maybe you should set your sights on her instead."

Dyson’s fists trembled with barely contained fury, his face darkening like a storm.

Like a wild beast whose tail had been stepped on, veins bulged at his temples.

"Beauty, I won’t give up.

One day, I’ll take you back from him.

Just wait!"

His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, lifted briefly to meet Beauty’s gaze before he lowered them again.

Without another word, he turned and strode away, his retreating figure radiating a chilling hostility that seemed to slash through the air like twin blades aimed straight at Lucas.

She had never seen Dyson like this before—always so warm, so gentle.

This sudden, violent shift left her stunned, rooted to the spot.

Just as she took a step forward, ready to chase after him and explain the truth about her relationship with Lucas, a large hand clamped around her wrist with crushing force, the grip so tight she feared her bones might snap.

"Let me go!"

She kicked hard at his long legs, but in the next instant, she was swept off her feet, her body caged against a solid chest.

Without hesitation, Lucas hoisted her over his shoulder and marched toward the villa, her protests drowned out by the rustling of leaves around them—ominous, like a dark wall closing in.

Beauty thrashed and screamed, her legs flailing uselessly like cotton fluff in the wind.

But by the time they neared the villa, her strength had drained away, leaving only ragged, furious breaths.

"Go ahead, scream all you want," Lucas growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"Let the whole world know you were sneaking around today.

My reputation’s already ruined—what’s one more humiliation?"

Lucas spoke with icy detachment.

His words left her in a mix of pain, frustration, and shame, forcing her into complete silence.

They moved through the hallway and down the stairs—thankfully, Laura was already asleep and didn’t witness her humiliating state.

Otherwise, she’d never hear the end of it for at least a year.

Being carried over his shoulder was unbearable, every jolt making her feel like her bones were rattling apart.

Then, with a rough toss, she landed on a large bed—his bed, in a room she rarely ever entered.

The air conditioning was cranked up so high that her sweat dried almost instantly, but her skin still felt sticky and uncomfortable.

"Your audacity knows no bounds, does it?"

His voice was low, dangerous.

"Bringing someone into my home like this?"

"W-what are you talking about?

We were just—" "Just what?

If the security guard and I hadn’t walked in, how far would you two have gone?"

His large hand clamped around her arm, pinning her to the bed with bruising force.

The pain brought tears to her eyes.

Her lips pressed into a tight line, her almond-shaped eyes blazing as she glared up at him.

"I’m just dating someone!

What’s the big deal?

Does our adoption contract say I’m not allowed to fall in love?"

Lucas let out a cold laugh.

Then he leaned down and sank his teeth into the delicate skin of her neck—like a vampire claiming his prey.

Beauty shuddered violently at the sharp sting, a chill spreading through her as pain and something darker coiled in her stomach.